Chapter 80

Early Monday morning, I boarded the Amtrak train bound for Union Station in D.C. After searching the stash house last night on Heyden Street, I found a bunch of weed, three kilos of cocaine, two semi-automatics, three Mac-11’s and a street sweeper shotgun. I also got $7,658 total off both bodies. I kept a pound of weed  and gave Jay the rest. I also gave him one kilo of coke and all guns, which made him ask me how much money I wanted for the gifts I had blessed him with.

“I don’t want no money, Moe. Just do you and take me to the train station in the a.m. in my rental.

“I can do that. I’ll just swing through in the morning and - ”

“Naw, just hang out right here with me for the rest of the night and drop me off in the morning so I can get the fuck away from this joint.”

 

After pulling up at the train station downtown, Jay assured me that he’d turn in the rental soon as my train left the dock. I found my seat just as the train began closing its doors. I waved to Jay. He gave me a military salute and walked off. I nodded as the train left the Motor City carrying me, twelve kilos of cocaine, and $262,835. I got Jay to spray down the kilos with Pine Sol and a few other chemicals to throw off the scent just in case any hot police boarded the train with some drug sniffing dogs and wanted to fuck with somebody.

Surprisingly, the 525 mile, seven hour trip from Detroit back to D.C went smoothly and I even got the chance to get in a few hours of sleep. When I made it home around 2 p.m., I opened the rear taxi door only to find Gamble the crooked detective waiting on me in the driveway with another cop.

“Carmelo Glover, I’m here to serve an outstanding warrant for your arrest in the District of Columbia,” Gamble stated, making me more scared than a black man in the midst of an angry Ku Klux Klan lynch mob.

 

Markita saw the taxi pulling up at the house, and she walked towards the door to open it for her man. She wanted to give him a piece of her mind for not answering any of her phone calls. When she saw the two men walking towards Carmelo and pulling out handcuffs, Markita ran from the house and directly into Carmelo’s arms, shielding him from the cops. She hugged him tightly around his neck and began crying.

“Ma’am! Ma’am! You have to move out of the way!” Gamble stated firmly, going for his gun. “You are interfering with us doing our job!”

“Please, ma’am, move out of the way,” Newsome added, stealing a few looks at Markita’s plump rumpshaker jiggling inside the tight red boy shorts she wore. He could see the curves of her butt cheeks shaking as she hugged their suspect.

Ignoring him, Markita kissed Carmelo close to thirty times all over the face. “Baby, I love you. I love you soooo much, please don’t leave me no more. I need you, I’m scared. When you left, this ma - ”

“Shh…shh…” he whispered, cutting her of as he leaned into her ear and began whispering. “Kita, Baby, listen to me and listen and carefully. Don’t ask no questions. Just go and get my bag out the cab and take it inside the house with you. Whatever you do, don’t look inside the bag, okay?”

Yeah, right, she thought while nodding at him. She then turned on the police. “What the hell is going on here?”

Ignoring her question, Gamble slapped the handcuffs on Carmelo’s wrist and Newsome frisked him quickly. Both detectives looked at Markita and then hustled Carmelo over to an unmarked crown Victoria.

Carmelo looked over his shoulder at Markita and nodded right before the detective shoved him in the back seat.

“I love you, Melo! I’ma get you out, okay, boo? I promise!” Markita yelled with tears falling down her face.

She stood there feeling helpless while looking at the two cops jump in the car and drive off, taking Carmelo out of her life as soon as he returned to it.